closed to → @tak3mealiv3 featuring holly ashford
Holly's hips shifted against the sheets, fingers knotted in the satin beneath her as she tried to stay in the moment. But her phone buzzed again on the nightstand, the fourth time in under two minutes. "Jesus Christ," she mumbled under her breath, staring at the ceiling. Micah didn't stop, of course. He had no idea she was seconds from spiraling into a full-blown PR headache mid-orgasm. She exhaled hard, reached blindly for her phone, and glanced at the screen. Of course. Summer. Another text about Cameron. About the popstar girlfriend of his. About whether he was finally going to end it, if there were any updates. Holly let her head fall back with a groan. "Do you think your quarterback would mind if I billed him for emotional damage?" She said with a roll of her eyes as she gently nudged Micah's head away from between her legs. She tossed the phone back down and mumbled under her breath again, "Unbelievable," before forcing her eyes shut, trying to drown out the world, just for five damn minutes.
